Little Girl Blue

I remember you well, at your lemonade stand
How the cool water dripped on your little, pink hands
And how no one was buyin', but me and your mom
So you drank it yourself, 'til the streetlights came on

Then, several years later, when the streetlights came on
How we crept to the creek with a ball jar of rum
And a fistful of squares that you stole from your mom
They curled up in rings on the tip of your tongue

Oh, but I never kissed you, my little girl blue
Just spent my nights drawin' and thinkin' 'bout you
Then, after high school, I had to leave town
To sing for the swallows and sleep on the ground

Guess I'll never know, if you think of me still
How we used to sneak out and get high on the hill
And how I tried to teach you the words to my song
Just to watch the notes dance on the tip of your tongue

I suppose you've grown older and hardened your hands
You've forgotten my songs and your lemonade stand
I imagine you're married, with kids of your own
Whose lemonade tastes like the day I left home

I never kissed you my little girl blue
Still sing to the moon, when I drink about you
I'm howlin' you into the song of this town
The owls and swallows will follow the sound